Dean debated, not for the first time, to just keep the iv in his arm and let all of his blood go into Sam to help heal him. He wasn't sure if that would kill him but considering how many spells they had against reapers he was sure that he wouldn't die one hundred percent.
Sam, the jerk that he was, refused to even let him entertain that thought. Any moment it came back into his head he immediately started to think of the most obnoxious things he could think of to try to scramble his thoughts.
Right now it was a muffin commercial that they had seen in the late night tv watching and he hated how catchy it was. Unwillingly he started to sing it in his mind and he grimaced, curling closer to Sam instead. He could feel Sams amusement and rolled his eyes.
"Stop that brat." Dean told him, bringing his head up to glare at his brother.
Sam, who was having a lot more color return to his face and just that thought made the knot inside of him loosen more and more. His hand came up to cup Sams cheek, something Sam leaned into, closing his eyes.
"How you feeling?" Dean asked softly, leaning in to brush his lips against Sams. Sam tried to lean up into the kiss but had to fall back down onto the bed.
"Better. A lot better." Sam told him, reaching up to entwine their fingers together instead. "Don't feel like I'm dying anymore." he looked down at the needle in his arm and with a thought the needle slid out, falling between them onto the sheets.
Dean immediately reached for it, wanting to put it back in. "Stop, I don't need anymore." Sam told him, making the needle move around on the bed so that Dean couldn't grab it. "You need the blood more than I do right now."
"I'm not the one that got stabbed by a demon killing knife." Dean shot back at him. He grabbed the needle, finally, but just tossed it onto the nightstand so that they didn't accidentally get hurt by it. "Still got your mojo?"
Sam rolled his eyes but then blinked, letting them go black. The scent of sulfur started to pulsate from him as a small wave of power coursed through the room, just a hint of what he could do.
"I'm fine." Sam assured him, letting the black fade back to hazel. "I'm all me, just a little bit tired."
Breathing out a sigh of relief Dean reached out to wrap his arms around his brother, holding him close. "Good." he whispered, his head falling down to Sams chest. "I was so fucking scared Sammy...thought that...thought that I was going to lose you."
Sams arms came up to curl around Dean as well, curling around him. "I'm sorry." he said quietly. "For everything. This is all my fault, I was the one that came up with that stupid plan and now its all gone to hell."
"We both wanted to fuck with him. We just...didn't really think it through." Dean told him. "And I think we managed so to some degree...it worked?"
"Worked but now our covers blown." Sam pointed out. "He knows who you are and what you look like, and they might not know that I'm your brother but they know I'm a demon at the least."
"And you said that Singers holy water wasn't really working on you so they know that they can't use that or his wardings against you." Dean added. "So basically...we fucked up."
"I'll say you two did." came Megs voice as she came out of the bathroom, a towel hanging over her shoulders and uncaring that she was naked. "Sam you alive?"
"Yeah I am." Sam said looking up at her. "Meg...thanks."
"Don't worry, I'll collect my debt one day." Meg assured them with a grin that did nothing to reassure them. She went to her own bag and pulled out clothes, taking out a knife in a sheath and smiled at it. "Besides, I got this for now and its a good reward to start with."
Dean narrowed his eyes and got out of the bed, going to her and holding his hand out. "I want to see it." he said.
Meg looked at him, smiling as she rolled the handle of the blade between her hands. "I want it." she told him.
"You can have it." Dean said with a snort. "I just want to see it."
Meg stared at him for a moment before she handed it to him, stepping away enough so that she was out of his reach.
Dean opened the sheath and pulled the blade out, curling his upper lip in disgust at it. He turned the blade over to look at the runes on both sides. He put it back into the sheath and tossed it at her which she easily caught. "Have fun."
"I will." Meg confirmed, taking the knife out herself and looking at it for a moment before she looked at Sam. "Try not to get killed anymore Sammy."
Sam gave her a small smile, sitting up on the bed. "I'll try." he said. "If I do, we'll call you again."
"By all means, keep giving me reasons to get you to do what I want." Meg said, grabbing the rest of her stuff. She nodded at them and disappeared, the scent of sulfur filling the room.
Neither of them moved for a moment before Dean came to Sams side, reaching out to tug the bandages on his chest down to look at the stab wound. Once the bandages were gone the only sign of what had happened was a scar that Dean touched lightly.
"I don't give a damn about anything else that happened." Dean whispered. "All I care about is that I almost lost you."
Sam just smiled up at him, reaching to tug Dean down to him. Even now Dean was hesitant with putting too much weight on Sam as he allowed himself to pulled down, keep most of him off of Sam.
"Way I see it, we can stop doing what we're doing because they know of us." Sam said, laying back down on the bed, staring up at his brother. "Or we keep going and screw them."
"We keep going and we screw them." Dean told him. "We're too far in and we can't stop."
Sam nodded, arching enough to kiss Dean firmly. "Then lets find a new place to start and find a new victim. We got more souls to collect."
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